Sitting on a broken seat
You wait in the dim light
Cold hands and cold feet
Dreading the rest of the night

Tight skirts, loose tops
Every touch is always too much
Yet you hold your breath
and hide the pain
But there's a voice in your mind
That keeps you sane

I'm just a passerby
But I see you with my own eyes
I see your soul, I see your life
I love you
And
I know you are loved